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Tuning: G C E A
sorry for the spacing, it's one of those songs...
FI dreamed a dreaF/Em in times gone by Dm F/C
BbWhen hope was high and life worth liviGm7ng C7
FI dreamed that loveF/E would never dieDm7 F/C
Bbmaj7I dreamed that God would be forgivGm7ing C7
FThen I was younF/Eg and unafraidDm F/C
BbAnd dreams were made and used and wastGm7ed C7
FThere was no ranF/Esom to be paiDm7d F/C
Bbmaj7No song unsung no wine untasteGm7d C7
DBut the tigers come at nighGmt
DWith their voices soft as thunGder
CAs they tearC/E your hope aparFmt Ab
CAnd they turn your dream to shameF Gm F Gm C
FHe slept a sumF/Emer by my sidDm7e F/C
Bbmaj7He filled my days with endless wondGm7er C
FHe took my chilF/Edhood in his stridDm7e F/C
Bbmaj7But he was goneC when autumn cameF C/E
GAnd still I dreG/F#am he'll come to me Em G/D
CThat we'll live the years togethAm7er D7
GBut there are dreaG/F#ms that cannot be Em7 G/D
Cmaj7And there are storms we cannot weaAm7ther D7
G G/F#
EmI had a dreaG/Dm my life would be C G/B
Am7So different fromC this helDl I'm liviGng
So different nowG/F# from what it seemEm7ed G/D
CNow life has killD7ed the dream I dreaGmed